Simple Grace

'Tis the gift to be simple; ‘Tis the gift to be free
‘Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right
Twill be in the valley of love and delight.

When true simplicity is gain’d,
To bow and to bend, we shant be ashamed.
To turn, turn will be our delight
Till by turning, turning we come round right.

Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
That sav’d a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found
Was blind, but now I see.

Come thou fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise.

Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount, I’m fixed up on it
Mount of thy redeeming love.

And praise will lead me home.

To turn, turn will be our delight,
Till by turning, turning we come round right.